Option 1

The Final Halloween
Based on the Potter family {canon}

“Gobllesdowskit.”

Little Harry continued to chew a toy. “Gobblesdowskit.”

“Don’t tell me that’s his first word, Lils,” James entreated.

“I don’t doubt it will be, if you tuck him in, every night,” Lily shot back. She wore a silver dress that flowed down to her flats.

“Who are you supposed to be? The White Witch?”

“Actually, yes.”

James adjusted his witch’s hat and snickered. “Now we’re both witches.”

Lily sighed. “You’re impossible.”

~*~

It was eleven. She had managed to convince James to take off his costume - he sat on the sofa, with Harry, now.

“We should put him to bed, James.”

He nodded. Lily followed him into the bedroom – let him tuck Harry in – before kissing her son, and settling into bed. James sat by her and, in the candlelight, he thought she looked lovely.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too. Even when you dress yourself up as a witch, and Harry as a broomstick.” He felt the smile in her words, as she buried her head into his chest and, his arms around her, they fell asleep.

It was the last good moment they shared.

- Before the gates broke down, before fate intervened, before Voldemort’s demise began.





Option 2

"Mum, where are they?"

"Don't worry, they'll be here soon. Why don't you go set the table?"

Nodding, I turned and began to arrange the dinner table, waiting anxiously for my sister to return. It had been too long since Easter and I really missed her. Hearing the front door open, I hurriedly placed the last fork and knife before running to the corridor that led to the front door. I wouldn't want to be in their way – her luggage was usually unbelievably heavy.

"Sorry, hun, traffic was horrid," Father walked in and gave Mum an affectionate kiss on the cheek, heaving a huge trunk with him to the living room. Right behind him bounded in my sister, her green eyes and long red hair still as vibrant as ever.

"Tuney!" she exclaimed happily and ran directly at me, engulfing me in a her typical bone crushing bear hug. Smiling, I let myself enjoy her presence for two seconds before I pushed her away with feigned disgust. "Whatever, Lily – you smell. Go take a shower."





Option 3

The Malfoy Family; Not One Child But Two...

“Luci! Shut up Little Draco is sleeping” Young Narcissa Black sat on the magnificent rocking chair in the new born’s large bedroom, staring down at her gorgeous baby, whilst her husband was muttering on about some idiot at the ministry. She really had no care for what he was talking about. He tended to think all the ministry’s workers were idiotic fools.

“Cissa...stop ignoring me.” The man whined, as he paced along the foot on the cot, which should have held his child so that his wife could comfort him. The woman was far to motherly with that child.

Sighing Narcissa looked up at her husband. It was at times like this that she really believed that she was not only looking after one child, but two She figured that Lucius wouldn’t give up, so she reluctantly stood up, placing her child carefully into the cot.

“Lucius....sometimes you are more of a child than Draco.” And what would the dark lord think of that? Actually that amused Narcissa, seeing as she wasn’t too fond of the dark lord. He would break apart her family; she was sure of it.





Option 4

Running Late … Again.
Based on the Weasley family [Canon]

“Fred! George! Let’s go already! We should’ve left ten minutes ago!”

Molly Weasley sighed, sure that another one of her red hairs had turned gray. Had she not told those two to pack the night before?

“Everyone else is waiting in the car for you two! If we end up nearly missing the train again this year, you boys will be –”

“Oh, mum, don’t get your wand in a twist. We will have plenty of time to get to the station.”

Two redheaded thirteen year old boys loudly hauled their school trunks into the kitchen, set them down, and reached for the biscuit basket that had been placed in the middle of the large, wooden table.

“Put those biscuits down!” Molly snapped, flicking her wand so that the boys’ trunks flew into the back of the waiting Ford Anglia. “We are leaving this instant!”

“But I’m hungry, mum! Can’t we just fly the car to the station like a normal wizarding family would?”

“Well for your information, George Weasley, we aren’t like every other wizarding family out there. And I have tuna sandwiches for you in the car.”

“I hate tuna,” the twins mumbled in unison.

“I heard that!”





Option 5

Love makes a Family

Harry sat on Ron’s bed, watching his best friends fret over plans on the year or years to come.

“See, mate, you should have known from the beginning that we’d be with you until the end,” said Ron, talking with a mouth full of apple.

Hermione shot Ron a look of disgust over the giant pile of books in front of her, but then continued sorting them. Harry opened his mouth, but Hermione intervened.

“Look. There is no point in arguing. We’ve had our minds made up for some time now. Face it, Harry. We’re a family.”

Family. That word hit Harry like a brick. Frustrated with himself as tears formed in his eyes, he stood and looked out of the attic window.

“You’re right,” Harry said. “You’re the only family I’ve ever had.”

Hermione smiled, and Harry could see tears in her eyes. Ron chuckled, and then went to Hermione to comfort her.

There was a creak from somewhere outside of the room. Mrs. Weasley bustled in, furious that they had finally managed to congregate.

Well, at least she’s not angry with me for being me, he thought, remembering his horrible times with the Dursley's.





Option 6

"James?!" Becca called out to her son as she handed Brian a wrapped packed with a grin.
"Mummy?" James ran into the living room, looking around for his mum. When he saw her, he ran to her and sat on her lap.
"Heeeey" Becca giggled softly as she put an arm around him, hugging him. "Now, birthday boy, because you're eleven, it's your big birthday. And daddy and I got you a big present we know you'll enjoy!"
James beamed happily and looked at mummy expectantly, wondering what it was.
"Here you go Jay." Brian gave him the thin wrapped package, grinning happily.
James ripped off the wrapping paper and shouted out "YES!!" excitedly. "OH MY GOSH! I LOVE IT!" he jumped on mummy and daddy, kissing and thanking them.
Becca giggled at James' reaction.
Brian shifted and hugged James, grinning excitedly. When he had James in his grip, he started tickling him. "You like it Jay? Lets go today!" Brian looked to Becca expectantly.
"Yeah! We'll get Aunty Sarah to babysit your brothers and sisters, and we'll go Go-Karting! James is going to beat his daddy!" she sang the last part teasingly.
"Yaaaay! I'm going to win!"





Option 7

Love Unlimited
Based on current RPG characters Brian & Becca (MoM)

"Becca.."
Was the last word he could pronounce.
Is it supposed tobe this much pain when your life ends? Brian wondered.
Is it her voice coming from inside my head? Or.. is this real?!
He moaned.
Oh..God, that hurt!
He knew he met with an horrible accident and thought he was dying.
All he wanted was her. Her soft, healing touches.
There..she was, walking down on the aisle to give herself to him
happily, under the archway.
Oh Becca, I love you so much, sorry I couldnt stay with you baby.
Brian's lips twisted into an awkward angle.
Why do I feel pain after I’m dead? Am I in hell?
She was again, her beautiful face was in pain too.
Labour pain.
But she never complained.
"We've got a son, sweetheart!!"
She smiled with happy tears when James was born.
Becs, I leave you alone, I'm sorry..
Now James's face was so near to him, gurgling.
Can you hear me, Jay?!! his lips moved again, but didnt make a sound.
Look after Mummy, take care of her my boy.
He went unconscious.

Back home, Becca was waiting eagerly to tell him he was going tobe a father for second time.